Sizzling Blonde Bombshell Gets Grilled, Gives Head and Takes a Load in the Ass

Even down here, it doesn’t seem like there was anything waiting for us. It was coming from what looked like a research station: an artificially-built satellite about the size of a small complex. XXX Oh, figures you’d look there.”
“What’re you talking about? Besides, our victims often get off on it just as much as we do. I hailed the door’s intercom. We were inside the supply room. Unlike the level one stairway, this one wasn’t sealed off. After all, there had to be someone here that sent that distress signal, right? Like they’d peed themselves, or ejaculated. That way, if anything comes at us from inside the shaft, I can retreat back the way we came, leaving Nate to…